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DISCLAIMER - I don't own Digimon, though there are some original characters in this story that I created.

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Author's note - Basically, this story exists in my own little Digi-Fic universe. That is to say, this occurs in the same timeline as "Choices", my Taiora fic. It's set just over six years after the end of the series, meaning it falls in between "Choices - Courage, Part 3" and "Choices: The Epilogue - Life." Don't worry if you haven't read those, they're not important to the story, it's just so I can have Taiora themes running through this, if I want. Okay, that's about it for the notes... let's go!

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ASCENSION

Prologue

By Chris McFeely

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RELEASE ME!
Reinforced Plexiglas shook and shuddered from fistfalls, as the prisoner pounded relentlessly on the transparent confinement. The other walls surrounding him were solid concrete, reinforced with steel bars, and the room in which he was sealed was completely bare. Not even a bed or toilet. The prisoner, moderate in height and build, slammed his fists down on the surface again, causing the reflections from the powerful halogen lights that lined the corridor outside to vibrate and flicker wildly across its rippling surface.
The prisoner did not know where he was. He had been kept here for a long time... years, maybe. He couldn't tell... he never saw the sunlight. Sealed away somewhere, usually left to rot in this tiny box, but sometimes, taken... taken by men he did not know, to a place he did not recognise, where unspeakable tests were performed. Horrendous, soul-destroying tests. The prisoner reflected that it was a small piece of good fortune that he did not have a soul to lose.
He wasn't the only one, however. There were others. He glimpsed them briefly, sometimes, when he was hauled, screaming, from his prison. Familiar faces. Fellow soldiers.
He never gave up trying.
RELEASE ME! he bellowed again. He could hear the scuffling and groaning of his fellow prisoners, as his cries agitated their dulled minds. Then, he heard footsteps... fast and heavy, thundering towards his cell. He silenced himself, but continued pounding on the glass. The approaching figure came into view, flanked on either side by two armed guards, and stopped in front of his cell, his face mere inches from the glass.
The figure... one that the prisoner had seen some times before, although he did not know his name... wore a navy blue suit. General's stripes decorated his shoulders, and a selection of medals adorned his breast. A cigar was held in his mouth, firmly clamped between lips pursed tightly with rage. The figure's greying hair glinted in the light from the halogen bulbs, as he took a drag from the cigar and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils.
Silence.
RELEASE ME! The prisoner screamed again, suddenly, causing the two soldiers to jump in surprise. But the general wasn't startled. He removed the cigar from his mouth and leaned in even closer.
Shut the hell up, he whispered.
The expression on the prisoner's face did not change. It couldn't.
And drop the act, the general said again. It doesn't work. We know what you are.
The prisoner grunted in anger. With a tearing noise, his face ripped itself to shreds, and his clothes fell away around him. The prisoner, in his true guise, met the general's gaze, with pit-like obsidian eyes, as the tattered white cloths that swathed his real body hung loosely around him.
That's better, the general said. Now, I'd advise you to get some rest. You're going to need all your energy for what's planned tomorrow... A malicious grin spread across the general's face, and he snickered evilly as he walked away. The two guards turned in unison and accompanied him.
Seething with fury, the imprisoned Bakemon watched them go.

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What, what? It was a Bakemon, you say? A Bakemon? What's a Bakemon doing on Earth? What's being done to it? We-ell, you're just going to have to keep reading to find out, aren'tcha? ^_^ R&R!!

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